Title: Endless Love

Author: Crimson Coin

Rating: PG 15 and higher at some points. Warning: Language.

Summery: The sequel to "Unstoppable". Will Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus's love truly be able to last?

Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any of the affiliated wrestlers.

Timeline: From March 22, 2004 and all said dates.

Archiving: Ask me first.

September 13, 2004

"No, Randy." Trish begged, squeezing tightly at his hand. "Don't. Don't do it."

"They'll never know." Randy said with a sinister smile. "They'll never expect it. Ric told me that some naked chick covered in whipped cream is supposed to jump out of it and that's what he told Hunter. He won't expect me."

"But look at what they did last night."

Randy's eyes narrowed at the remembrance. "They stole my title. That title ... was mine. Everyone knows it. Hunter can't beat me. He needed help and a chair. And I had him down for the count."

"No, please." Trish licked her lips, hurriedly trying to think of a way to stop him. "I ... I was going to run out there last night, but I ... Chris stopped me."

"And it's a damn good thing he did." Randy responded. "I wouldn't want anything to happen to you out there."

"Ric wouldn't have attacked me and I don't think Dave would have either."

"Maybe ... maybe not." Randy inched closer to hers. "But I wouldn't put a damn thing past Hunter."

Trish ducked her head. "They're going to hurt you. And Chris ... he ... he could barely keep me back there I was so worried. And they're probably going to hurt you tonight."

"Don't you worry about me." He said gently. "You just worry about you."

"How can you say that?" she asked incredulously. "How can you expect me not to worry?"

"Worry about yourself." He answered. "And worry about Chris. I'll be fine."

She watched as he walked away and depressed, she turned her back, walking to her locker room. Pushing inside, she looked around.

Empty

Exhaling a deep sigh, she walked slowly to the sunken green couch and flopped back onto it. Her eyes closed, she raked a hand back through her hair, fisting the back in her frustration.

"Why so glum?"

Trish's eyes popped open, her guard raised. "Oh," she sighed her relief. "It's only you. You startled me."

Chris ducked his head, the obvious hurt of her words striking him. "Yeah it ... it's only me."

"That's not what I meant, Sweetie." Trish cooed, reaching out a hand. "Come. Sit with me."

He kept his head bowed as he approached, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch.

She grabbed his hand, despite his obvious desire to keep away. She pulled his hand into her lap, holding it preciously with hers, her thumbs stroking the backs. "You have Shawn on the Highlight Reel?"

Chris nodded, licking his lips in nerves. His palm was sweating and he desperately hoped she didn't notice. "Yeah." He swallowed hard, stilling his nerves. "I ... I saw you talking with Randy."

Trish nodded, keeping her eyes on the opposite wall. "He worries me so much some times. He's going to try to take on Evolution by himself. He's going to get hurt and I know it and there's nothing I can do."

"Wow," Chris said, a slight awe in his voice. "You sound like you really care about him."

"I do," she admitted. "He's been so wonderful to me. I couldn't ask for a better friend."

"Friend?"

Trish nodded, turning her head to look at him. Her eyes met his and she gazed at her with sorrow and maybe the slightest bit of hope. "Yeah. Friend."

His brow lifted. "Really? I ... I thought ..."

"Only ... friend." She clarified, the squeezed his hand in hers. "You realize that Christian won't leave you alone tonight. And from the looks of your bandages, you're in no condition to fight tonight."

"I won't turn down a fight." He said, intensely, his eyes on suddenly blazing with fire. "He bit off more than he can chew with me. And in the last few weeks and especially Sunday, let's just say that he said some things that I'll make him pay for ... dearly."

She cocked her head, curiously eyeing him. "He taunted you while you were in the ring, didn't he? Trying to play mind games."

"Yeah." Chris answered though it wasn't the truth. He had other reasons for being upset with Christian. "I'm gonna find a way to get him tonight. Just you watch."

"You ..." she chewed on her lower lip a moment to gather her thoughts. "You're more passionate now than I've ever seen you. So ... so angry."

"I've been angry before." He replied, turning his gaze from hers to stare at the opposite wall. "I've been a lot of things before. But ... not so much anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing."

"Chris?"

He quickly shook his head, pulling his hand from her grasp. "It's nothing. I ... I didn't mean anything by it."

Trish narrowed her eyes, suspicious at what he'd said. "You've been a lot of things? You mean felt? I noticed you've changed so much, Sweetie. Is that what you're talking about?"

Chris stood then, sniffling once before facing her with steely eyes. "I mean nothing by it. Are you planning on being with Christian tonight?"

Hurt by his sudden coolness, Trish quickly shook her head, her eyes never abandoning him. "No. Why ... why would I?"

He said nothing but gave a sharp nod then turned towards the door.

She jumped up, running after him. "Chris, wait." She grabbed his arm, before he could leave, her tiny hands wrapping around his upper arm. "Wait."

He stopped at her touch, his eyes closing. He had to hide it. He couldn't break. He couldn't tell her his heart. And yet, he couldn't stay away. His mind told him to run, not to fall under her spell again because it would only bring pain and heartache. But he couldn't listen to his mind. He still loved her.

"Chris."

He felt tears as she ran a hand up his arm then over his chest and neck then up to cup his opposite cheek. He couldn't resist, he couldn't fight when she turned his head, wanting to look at him.

"Honey," she cooed.

He nearly died at her voice. She'd been using endearments at every moment and his heart burst with sorrow. Why did she have to torture him with such names, with such endearments?

"Sweetie, come on. Look at me."

Why did she have to be so irresistible? He opened his eyes.

"Hi," she said with a warm smile then stroked her fingers across her brow. "I can tell you don't want to talk and even that you don't really trust me. And that's ok. But I want you to. I want you to, eventually, be able to talk to me. So now, just promise me you'll be careful."

He licked his lips.

Her eyes focused on those lips, his soft pink lips and her own lips parted with a sigh. "My heart couldn't take it, if you were hurt any more." She lifted up onto her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck as she hugged him tightly. "Promise me."

"I promise." He whispered, shuddering at the feel of her warm breath on his neck, on his ear. "But if Christian comes out there tonight. If he even does the slightest thing, I ain't making any promises then."

She smiled, tightening her arms. "Then you promise me that you'll show him the kind of man you are. Show him the Chris Jericho I know."

Chris nodded. He withheld his sigh at those words. The Chris Jericho she knew? Was she acting this way because of who she thought he was? Because Chris Jericho was a very different man now. He felt a sinking pain at the thought of how changed a man he really was and that he wasn't the same man that she once loved.